Mad Dog
- lyrics

I hear you walkin at my door
See you crawling on the floor
I know you don´t mind but I know you can
The way you screem, the way you howl
I heard it all before my friend
The mad dog, no one cares
Now mad man gonna gett that stick
Gotta get up and get ahead of yourself
I know someday that you lot on the sea
You lot are whipping cream like coming from a dream
Oh, mad dog
Mad dog
Now your forming at the mouth
And now they´re coming from the poun
Gonna get up and get a grip of yourself
No one cares for the mad dog
I know someday that lot on the sea
You lot are whipping cream coming from a dream
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Mad dog
mad dog